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Chapter 439: calculate

  Chapter 439 Calculations

"Uncle Wei, you can do it. Your conservatory is famous all over the country. It is even more famous than our school. The students who come out of the conservatory are golden signs, but other conservatories are different. They are already suppressed." .”

   "You are morally kidnapping me here. Others have no skills, and they can't waste wool on me!"

   "Uncle Wei, please be considerate and considerate of me."

  The principal has changed his title from Dean Wei to Uncle Wei, hoping to show some kindness for Wei Ze.

  A person in his forties, who is just in his thirties, must have encountered difficulties, or else he couldn't do this, and he still has to save face, so An Chen hurriedly helped persuade him.

   "Principal, doesn't the result of the video still matter?" An Chen asked.

   "No, no, it's all online voting."

   "Are there any requirements for the video?"

   "No, you can participate in the music academy video together."

   "Isn't this against the rules?"

   "Oh, who said that? There are other colleges." The principal answered An Chen's question directly, then suddenly thought of something, and then stopped.

   "What are other courtyards!" Wei Ze slapped the table again, he was most annoyed by this kind of sloppy behavior.

   "Uncle Wei, let me tell you the truth. The videos from other institutes should be ready to be uploaded by now. You are the last to get the news."

   "You son of a bitch, even I've been tricked, right?" Wei Zeteng stood up suddenly.

   "Grandpa, calm down, don't be angry, don't be angry." Ji Xuan and Ling Han hurriedly comforted him, really afraid that the old man would get sick from anger.

   "Principal, the rules should not be changed now. We are the last to get the news. We have suffered a lot."

"I really have to. Although this is the conservatory's anniversary, I shouldn't interfere at all. This rule was originally intended to be used during the school's anniversary, but this year's anniversary is next to the conservatory's anniversary, so it's merged together. "

   "What? Why don't I know about this!"

   "Uncle Wei! It's not that I didn't tell you. I also have my difficulties. You have to be considerate and considerate. Isn't the right to host this event still with you?"

   It took only one afternoon, and the amount of information was simply too great. The school celebration of the Conservatory of Music suddenly became a school celebration. In this case, the order of the programs cannot be determined by the Conservatory of Music itself.

   This is simply killing the chicken and taking the eggs, crossing the river and tearing down the bridge! The Conservatory of Music invited people, and finally got a result, but the original protagonist was the last to get all the information, how ironic!

   "This hosting right, give it to whoever you like! We don't do this kind of thankless work!"

   "Uncle Wei, please be considerate and considerate of me. I will be scolded by you here, and my dad will scold me when I get home. Isn't this a thankless job for me?"

   "You did this by yourself, who are you blaming?" Wei Ze sighed, his anger went out, and he calmed down a little now. After thinking about it carefully, there are actually difficulties.

   "Uncle Wei, the time of the school celebration will remain the same, and the venue will be changed to the largest lecture hall in our school. Your venue will not be used any more. Make room for your presentation."

  Seeing that Wei Ze had calmed down, the principal hurriedly continued to talk.

   "Our Conservatory of Music only cares about our own program this time, and nothing else, so leave us alone." Wei Ze got up straight away, called An Chen and the three of them, and left the principal's office without even looking back.

  The three of An Chen followed closely behind and left.

   "Grandpa, don't be angry. It's not worth it to be angry. Look at you, blowing your beard and staring. Why are you doing this?"

   Many things in life, like the ripples behind a boat, are beautiful only afterward. --Yu Guangzhong

  

  

  (end of this chapter)